Chapter 8. The Priestess' Abduction (2)
The Priestess' Abduction (2)
The Holy Grail was placed upon the altar, and beside it, the priestess lay like a sacrificial offering.
I-seo, who had been hiding and watching everything, covered her mouth, unable to even breathe.
The moment Lucian finished speaking, he completely tore off Sophia's shredded ritual garments.
As the white fabric slid to the floor with a whisper, the cool air of the temple enveloped Sophia's naked body.
"Wow..."
Lucian inhaled sharply.
Sophia's exposed form was like white jade glowing amidst darkness—flawless smooth skin, curves of perfect proportion. It was as if a divine sculpture had come to life, breathing before him.
Barely containing his rising excitement, he took his time admiring her sacred form. Then, cupping her round, firm buttocks with both hands, he lifted her effortlessly.
"Kyaaak!"
Sophia's upper body and head rested against the cold marble altar while her lower half was hoisted into the air by Lucian.
Facing her exposed lower body, Lucian sat on the altar, spreading her legs over his shoulders one by one.
Her most intimate area was now fully displayed before his eyes.
"Ah..."
Sophia tried to close her thighs in shame, but with Lucian's head wedged between them, she couldn't break free.
Hanging upside down, she had no choice but to watch as her lower half was exposed right before Lucian's face.
"W-what are you... Mmmph!"
Lucian's gaze pierced between her legs.
Like her platinum blonde hair, a delicate golden fuzz lightly covered her mound, adding an air of mystique.
Below, her plump labia majora were as pale and tempting as freshly steamed rice cakes. Still untouched by any hand, the tightly sealed entrance was itself a sacred taboo.
With rough thumbs, Lucian pressed and parted her labia.
Schlick—
"Ah!"
The firmly closed gates opened, revealing the delicate pink folds of her labia minora.
Unblemished, translucent pink petals—like layers of rose petals—quivered under the cold air and Lucian's gaze.
At the apex where her labia met, a tiny bean-like clitoris shyly hid beneath its hood.
"Ahhk!"
As he spread her further, her vaginal entrance—sealed by a translucent hymen—proved her virginity with only a pinhole opening.
"Haa... So pure. It makes me want to ruin you."
Unable to hold back any longer, Lucian buried his face between her thighs.
His hot breath brushed against Sophia's sensitive skin.
"Hyuuk!"
As Sophia trembled, Lucian's tongue lashed out, swiping up her delicate folds.
Lick— Slurp!
"Ngh... Nngh!"
Using his entire tongue, he dragged it from the base of her slit all the way up to her clit.
The priestess tasted sweet and fresh.
He licked every inch—from her perineum near her anus, to her vaginal entrance, her inner lips, and finally her clit.
Lick! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
"Ahh! Ahhk! Ngh!"
Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar stimulation, Sophia arched like a drawn bow.
When Lucian peeled back the hood of her clit with his fingers, the tiny pink bead stiffened eagerly.
He caught it between his lips, sucking firmly while rolling it with his tongue.
Schlick— Schlorp— Slurp!
"Ahhk! Aah! I-it feels... Ahh!..."
"Feels good, doesn't it? I need to see just how sensitive the priestess's body is."
Lucian flicked her clit with his tongue before sucking hard, like a vacuum.
"Ah! Ah! Aaah, aaaah!"
Sophia shuddered violently, her nerves—once disciplined by prayer—now screaming awake.
As clear fluid trickled from her entrance, Lucian pulled back and moved lower.
To her still-tight hole. He sharpened his tongue like a spear.
Then, parting her delicate folds, he pushed inside.
Schlllck—
"Hhyuuuuk!!"
Sophia's eyes rolled back.
A thick, hot tongue invaded her depths.
Lucian thrust deep, licking every ridge of her inner walls as if coating them.
The bumpy texture, the scorching heat.
He swirled his tongue like a kiss, scraping her walls before pressing firmly against her hymen with the tip.
Tap. Tap.
The taut membrane resisted slightly.
"Ahhk! Ngh, aah!"
The rougher Lucian's tongue moved, the more Sophia's body reacted.
The trickle of fluid became a gush.
"Aaahhhh!"
Fragrant, sweet nectar flowed over his tongue, filling his mouth.
Gulp. Gulp.
Lucian drank every drop.
More precious than holy water—the corrupted honey of a saintess.
He sealed his lips over her entrance and sucked hard, determined to drain every last drop.
Schluuuurp—!
"Ah! Aaah! S-stop...! This is... Haaah!"
Sophia's legs thrashed in the air.
This sacrilegious defilement before the eyes of the gods.
Yet, torn between shame and pleasure, the saintess panted like an animal, grinding her wet pussy against Lucian's face.
"Nngh, ngh, hyaaah..."
When Lucian finally pulled away, Sophia trembled, suppressing low moans.
Hanging upside down, she watched in horror—and despair—as the beast gulped down her fluids.
This wasn't the end.
Lucian gripped her hips, lifting her even higher.
Her juices trickled down her perineum, seeping between the cleft of her buttocks.
Following the wet trail, his gaze landed on her sacred, hidden anus—now fully exposed.
"Ah...!"
Blushing furiously, Sophia twisted her waist. A place she never thought anyone would see—not even herself.
Lucian spread her plump cheeks wide with both hands, stretching her tight hole open.
The hidden wrinkles tensed, revealing more of her inner pink.
"Haa... Astonishing."
Far from unclean.
Nestled between soft, pale flesh was a tiny, rosebud-like pucker—light pink and perfectly formed.
Like a freshly bloomed rose, its delicate folds twitched shyly under Lucian's heated gaze.
The movement itself was obscenely adorable.
"Rumors were true, then. The priestess lives on dew, never needing to defecate."
"No! Hyuuk... Don't look!"
"I must verify. How clean you really are."
Lucian buried his face between her cheeks.
He inhaled deeply.
No foul odor—only the scent of mountain spring water and Sophia's natural freshness. Like the sweet, crisp peel of just-washed fruit.
Lick.
"Hyik!"
His tongue swiped over her outer rim.
Sophia's sphincter clenched in shock.
Delighting in her reaction, Lucian painted her tight wrinkles with his tongue, exploring every crease.
Schlorp. Slap. Slap.
"Ah... Ah! Not there!!"
"Every wrinkle feels amazing. Soft... yet springy."
He tapped her entrance before swirling his tongue in circles.
Mixed with her juices and his saliva, her once-dry hole now glistened.
The pink folds, slick and shining, looked more delectable than any delicacy.
"Delicious, Sophia."
He sealed his lips over her hole, sucking like jelly.
Her inner flesh peeked out before retreating.
Schlop! Schlop! Schluuurp!
"Ah! Ah! No! Ah! Nyaah!"
Sophia kicked helplessly.
Disgust clashed with pleasure as her most sensitive nerves were stimulated.
Lucian stiffened his tongue.
Aiming for the still-tight center, now slick with spit.
Squelch.
"AAAAAH—!"
His tongue forced past her resisting ring, plunging into her rectum.
Sophia screamed without meaning to.
A place she had forgotten existed—now violated by a hot, wet muscle.
Lucian didn't stop. He thrust deep, stirring her inner walls like cleaning.
The warm, tight passage clenched around his tongue.
Though she had never used cleansing magic, to Lucian, she was simply fragrant, delicious flesh.
Her natural state—untouched by magic—only excited him more.
He pushed deeper, rotating his tongue to press against the shared wall between her ass and pussy.
Squelch squelch, schlorp.
"Ah! Ah! I-inside... moving! It's weird! Stop!"
Sophia arched like a bow.
Despite being ravaged from behind, her pussy pulsed, gushing juices.
The anal stimulation melted her spine, threatening to dissolve her mind.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Ahh, ahh, aaah..."
Lucian pistoned his tongue in and out.
Her long-unused hole had weakened, now accepting him easily.
Each withdrawal came with a lewd
pop
as her hole gaped before tightening again.
On the sacred altar, the priestess—ass raised—was being tongue-fucked.
Her face, flushed with pleasure and sacrilege, twisted like a fallen angel's.
"A body this beautiful is a first for me, Sophia. Now, you're mine."
"Ah! Ah! Ahhk! Ngh! Ngh!"
Sophia covered her face, but couldn't suppress her own moans.